She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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My body starts to stir, awaking with one of the most hideous headaches possible. I groan and grip my cover, ready to cover my head with it, but the material under my fingers makes me freeze. The tissue of the covers are soft, really fucking soft for my own bed and definitely not the silk sheets of Ari.
What the fuck.
My eyes open only to be met with an unfamiliar room, my heart rate immediately picking up from panic. My mind immediately starts looking for answers.
Then it all comes back.
The fight between Ari and his father. The fight between us. Me leaving to drink in a bar. Me showing up at Golden only to get thrown out. Ari finding me and scooping me in his arms to bring me here. Me begging him to stay with me. Him falling asleep by my side...
I notice the golden G graves into the door which gives me an indication that we are still in Golden. Probably one of the private rooms.
But where is Rhys now if we are still in Golden ?
I throw my legs over the bed to find my skin exposed. In fact, I'm only wearing a single shirt with an all-too-familiar scent. A mixture of rain, his cologne and a tint of smoke.
Rhys.
Traversing a dark hall, on what must be the second floor of Golden, where most of the private rooms are, I start descending the stairs that lead to the main floor. Faint music can be heard, the crowd already long gone, as two voices ring against the walls of the club.
I stop once my gaze falls on Rhys and Ostin both sitting at the bar of their club, discussing, while some employees quietly clean the mess left behind by the clients.
I hold onto the railing of the stairs, silently staring a little longer at Rhys who isn't aware of my presence. A warm comforting feeling builds in my stomach as I recall his hands on my skin from a few hours ago, but at the same time my head turns dizzy as I am reminded of the large amount of alcohol I ingested.
As if he could sense a change in the atmosphere, I see him tense in his seat, before he starts turning around to directly cross my gaze with his burning one. Immediately his eyes drop to my exposed legs, and even from afar, I see him clenching his hand around his glass, seconds away from breaking it.
His voice fills the entire room in a low growl when he speaks up, not once talking is eyes off of me. "Everyone out. Now."
I shiver from the command and catch Ostin glancing up at me with a smirk displaying on his lips before words cross his lips in a silent warning. You are fucked.
No shit Ostin. I glare back at him, which is clearly not helping the situation, but my stomach makes a flip when Rhys motions for me to go sit on his lap.
I nearly trip over, stumbling over my feet, as I feel the darkness of the club envelop me completely. And for a second I fear crashing my head against the dance floor. As I approach Rhys, I narrow my eyes, my vision unclear as I see something on his forehead.
